[He's... honestly surprised when the arm goes around him. Surprised, but not pulling away. Not resisting, or stiffening or -- anything but leaning into it. A little more. Reaching, gingerly at first, to reciprocate. To wrap his own arm around Bucky's shoulders in turn.]
[So grateful he's awake. So grateful there isn't another hole in his chest where someone else used to be.]
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[So grateful he's awake. So grateful there isn't another hole in his chest where someone else used to be.]
[He takes a deep breath. Slowly. Steadily.]
(It's really good to see you again.)